You know… I don’t even like milk.
I can’t tell you the last time I drank a glass of plain milk. It had to be like 20 years ago. I’ll do chocolate milk occasionally, but beyond that… I just use it to wet my cereal in the mornings.
So you’d think that giving up milk products would be kind of easy for me.
NO. SO MUCH NO.
Let’s back up for a few minutes here.
Our honeymoon period with Vivienne’s new reflux med dosage was apparently not meant to last. After five GLORIOUS nights of sleeping through the night, things went to hell in a handbasket again on Saturday night. At its worst period, I was awake with a refusing-to-go-back-to-sleep Vivienne from 3:45 to 6:15 a.m. It was miserable.
And last night… well, it was a different kind of shitty, but still shitty. It took her forever to actually GO to sleep in the evening; in fact, it was so much of a struggle that we eventually gave up after about an hour and a half or two hours and put her in the Rock ‘N’ Play. Which, I might add, she hasn’t slept in since she was like four weeks old. To say we took a giant leap backward is an understatement. But every time we had gotten her to sleep and then laid her down in her crib, she woke up immediately. And putting herself to sleep was NOT happening (although it did last week! she was so.good!). To be honest, it was clear she was uncomfortable. She kept doing her thing where she throws her head back and twists it to the side as far as it can go, arching her back. Until last night, I thought this was just a normal developmental thing and was her way of working up to rolling over, but then a reflux friend clued me in that this is a classic sign of discomfort. Apparently it’s their way of trying to straighten out the esophagus and keep the liquid down in their stomachs. Our pediatrician confirmed this today. Awesome.
So we put her down in the Rock ‘N’ Play. And then she proceeded to wake up probably at least once per hour for the remainder of the night. We had a really strong wind/rainstorm here last night, so we lost power around 10:30 p.m. I dragged the Rock ‘N’ Play into our room so I’d be sure to hear her without the monitor, and the poor thing, you guys. I woke up a few times throughout the night to the sound of her choking. It was never too alarming—she was always able to cough and clear it herself—but it was obvious that her reflux was bothering her in full force. And this was when she was elevated in the Rock ‘N’ Play!
Now, I remember some of you reflux moms telling me two things: 1) A Rock ‘N’ Play can be a godsend, but it can also be not-the-best thing because it forces an infant’s legs into a bent position, which places more pressure on the abdomen and can aggravate reflux. And 2) Swaddling can also aggravate reflux. Right now, we’re still doing the one-arm-out swaddle. So who knows. Maybe I need to experiment with these things again. I’m hoping to put her back in her crib tonight with the reflux wedge, even though she slides all over the place with it in there.
To make matters worse, I heard her develop some nasal congestion around 3-4:00 a.m. this morning. I literally heard it. It wasn’t there one moment, and then the next, I could hear it in her breathing. And colds? They make reflux worse.
We’re batting 1,000 over here.
I called the pediatrician this morning and they had us bring her in again. I had a lengthy talk with the doctor about where we go from here. The problem right now is this stupid cold and its sudden onset. Given that our sleeping issues began on Saturday, I’m inclined to think the cold is not the main culprit here, but the pediatrician said that we can’t really begin to pinpoint the cause of the problem until the cold is gone… because it could, in fact, just be the cold.
BUT… we are upping her medication again. The goal with any reflux medicine is to give the baby the lowest amount possible to keep them comfortable, while obviously staying below the maximum amount allowed for their weight. The doctor calculated that we could actually give Vivienne up to 1.9mL per dose (twice a day), and her current dose—determined last week—is 1.2mL. She told me to go ahead and make a big jump with it tonight—1.7mL—given that she’s sick and sometimes it takes more meds to get them comfortable when they’re sick. So we’re going to see how that goes and adjust accordingly.
Not just that, though. I’m also giving up dairy.
CUE THE SADNESS.
Actually, I don’t have to give up all dairy, just milk products. Milk, yogurt, butter, CHEESE. Ohmygod, cheese. This is going to be problematic and an extreme inconvenience, for sure. I’ll get back to that in a minute.
But my MAIN concern? The reason I want to cry when we talk about the possibility of Vivienne having an intolerance for milk products that will subsequently result in me cutting them out of my diet? It’s because of my STASH, people. I have more than 630 ounces of beautiful liquid gold taking up some serious real estate in our deep freezer. Six hundred and thirty ounces that I have worked hard for, by the way. Because pumping? I hate it. If it turns out that Vivienne DOES do better without my eating dairy, and we have to continue this way… this milk will basically be useless to me. I will die.
In all seriousness, worst case scenario, I will donate it. I would at least want SOMEONE to reap the benefits of it. But I definitely NEEDED my freezer stash as I got into the later months of breastfeeding with Nora, so I am sort of freaking out about having to give it up, too. I’m going to hang on and see what happens, though. I won’t cross that bridge until I actually get to it.
So let’s get back to this “no milk products” thing. I asked a few questions about it to the pediatrician but now I have even more questions. Like… OK, pancakes and waffles are made with milk. Can I not have those since there is milk in them? And… homemade cookies. Can I not have those because they are made with butter? I’m assuming that the answer to these questions is NO, but in that case… ohmygod THE HORROR. For now, the doctor told me to stick to “obvious” dairy, but… butter is butter, even in a cookie, I’m assuming. So is that “obvious” dairy? These are the things I do not know.
I need tips from the moms who have done this cutting-out-milk-products thing.
And I also need sleep. Sleep would be good.
AboutI'm Heather. I'm 31 and have been married to Michael for five years. Together, we have two beautiful little girls we love more than anything, and a miniature dachshund who drives us crazy. I'm a full-time working mom who has very little time for my own "stuff" these days, like home improvement, cooking/baking, cake decorating, and photography. Despite the team not making the playoffs since 1999, I'm STILL a Buffalo Bills fan, which I think speaks to my loyalty AND sense of humor. I can't wait to pick up the pace with travel again some day... you know, when we're done being ruled by tiny fists. Welcome to my blog.
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